The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1887-09-25
YALE GRADUATES CAPTURED.
Seth Green Surprises a Michigan
Fisherman Queer Angling.

81 must tell you an incident" con-
sinued the Judge, with a broad grin
stealing over his face, that happened
not many years ago ON the banks OF the
Jordan. In most of e best fishing
places live experienced men who fol-
low the business of rowing boat and
cooking, and strangers visiting the
wilds of Michigan listen agreat deal to
them as to where are the best places to
fish. An old man lives in a log cabin
some distance in the interior, and one
day, while engaged in his home duties,
a stranger stopped in front of his house
and asked: Are there any grayllng lett
in the Jordan2' for it must be remem-
bered the stream was pretty well
whipped and fish were scarce that sea-
son. The old gentleman. who, by the
way, is a successful fly fisherman, ap-
preached the stranger, who was dressed
in regular fishing suit. with blouse
and pants alike, fine eight-ounce rods,
and pockets too numerous to mention.
He sized him up and, with peculiar
smile, said: Just around the bend
there are few Yale graduates that our
best fisherman pass
The stranger at once prepared his
tackle, gave the backwoodsman smile
that had a meaning and was soon
ready to attack the Yale students. The
general appearance of the stranger, bis
manner, dress and rods, was curiosity
to the old man, who had never seen q
full-dressed Eastern angler, although
he had read all about them
Il am ready. Where did you say
those graduates lived?' asked the stran.
ger, as be walked down the stream to-
ward the tend.
Right around the bend, deep eddy
| ing hole The stranger cautiously ap-
preached the designated spot and the
old man watched him with smiling
countenance, much as to say, They
are too smart for him. Selecting fly
suitable to the surroundings, he asked
him what he thought of it, at the same
time showing him fly and hook
without barb.
"'You might as well move on stran-
ger, was the reply.
The long line was whipped grace
| fully over the anglers shoulder, the fly
| touched the pool as natural as the ORR
| einal, and struggling in the clear water
was one of those Yale graduates. a
moment later the fish was kicking at
the old mans feet, who stood turning
his head alternately toward the stran-
ger and the fish.
Another cast and side by side lay
two handsome grayling that had been
the tormentors of expert anglers for
several seasons.
Are there any more Yale graduates
in the hole?' asked stranger, without a
smile.
1.-Two more replied the astonished
cane pole fisherman.
Ten minutes later and they were
taken in out of the wet.
stranger, what is your manner
asked the old gentleman, who began to
think the angler knew his business.
I'm reply the stranger opened his
coat. took from vest pocket card
and handed it to the worm-fsher. Seth
Green was written across the paste
board. When the old gentleman's eyes
fell upon the familiar name, quickly
ran throug his head what he had read
about Americas greatest fy-fsher and
as he again looked at him he drawled
out. 'I-want-to-know?'
''If any of you Sunset fellows know
of Yale graduates in Ten Mile creek a
line to Seth Green will probably bring
him here-The american A1sgter.